Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.